PAPER BACK TAGS lyrics

[Intro]
Hit her up late past eight
Beat it down if the pus*y good, she get ate, ain't talking ’bout plate
You ain't never seen a n*gga put a hundred-fifty racks all in your face
Double R, close them curtains (Skrr), switch up, hop in a Wraith (Skrr)

[Chorus]
Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas, yeah
Made a b*tch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops
Riding ’round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose
Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin' out of racks
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash
You done f*cked up a couple racks on a b*tch I already had
I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no

[Verse]
I been pourin', five blues, rollin'
I can’t love no b*tch, in love with Codeine
Can’t live life on the edge, they tryna roll me
If I could do it, you could do it
We could do it, stick got a ruler
I don't rock Stussy, she don’t rock Gucci
Emilio Pucci gon' cover her coochie
Stick got a fully, I'm actin' a foolie
The b*tch wanna f*ck ’cause I'm him, yeah
b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause I'm him
b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause I'm him, yeah
I'm on I-8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash, I'm goin' too fast
[Bridge]
Pour my cup up some more
Red got me movin' so slow
I fell down on my knees for a b*tch, but I won't do that no more
I'ma just f*ck then pass to the bro
Make her eat me up then go, go ghost (Skrr)
Ridin' in a Ghost, oh, you got new drank in? 10-4

[Chorus]
Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas, yeah
Made a b*tch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops
Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose
Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin' out of racks
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash
You done f*cked up a couple racks on a b*tch I already had
I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no